Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Voldemort keenly felt that after merging with Riddle's soul, his feelings for Dumbledore were different.

If it used to be fear, recognition, and closeness.

So now, only "resentment" is left.

After he burned the portrait on the wall in a fit of rage, Dumbledore's eyes narrowed.

"You're that kid again, Tom. You're no different than you were when you were eleven."

Dumbledore stood up and waved the Elder Wand.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Sculptures jumped off the wall one after another, blocking the entire corridor.

"Child, you leave first..."

"I didn't allow him to leave here."

Voldemort interrupted Dumbledore, who looked relaxed and at ease, not as nervous as last year.

"This place is still under my control, Tom. I'll wait until you become the principal."

Dumbledore stood in front of the child and motioned for him to step back while the statue next to him moved closer.

He was waiting, waiting for the kid to leave before attacking.

But Voldemort didn't think so. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and then...

"Whoosh."

Transformed into a purple-gold magic spell, he instantly passed through the two sculptures and came to Dumbledore's back.

If this curse was directed towards Dumbledore, he would definitely be able to stop Voldemort.

Unfortunately, the curse was more than an arm's span away from him.

Dumbledore tried hard to turn around, but before he could completely turn around, he saw Voldemort appear from the corner of his eye.

"Uh-huh."

A green curse hit Blaise Zabini.

"Too fast," Dumbledore thought to himself.

Before the body could completely twist around, the Elder Wand twisted, and Zabini's body was pulled aside by him, escaping the curse.

"Whoosh."

The purple-gold light flashed again, and Voldemort changed his angle and continued to use the killing curse.

"Snapped."

This time Dumbledore reacted faster and took the initiative to control the statue in front of Zabini. With a crisp sound, the statue broke.

"So this is your purpose."

Dumbledore said as he walked up to Zabini again.

At the same time, the statues started swarming towards Voldemort, but they couldn't catch anything.

Purple-gold light flashed, and Voldemort had landed in an open space in the distance.

"It's all coincidence, Albus, but comics have opened up my mind." Voldemort said with a smile.

Fighting with flicker, Voldemort could do it ten years ago.

But what he relied on at that time was Apparition.

In fact, apparation is faster than this method, but of course, it is also more dangerous.

However, Hogwarts cannot apparate, so he suddenly came up with this technique and tactic based on a comic character in Lin Zuo's memory - Golden Flash.

"Comics?" Dumbledore was a little confused. He didn't think Voldemort could read comics.

But Voldemort smiled and said nothing more.

"Buzz~"

Dumbledore's wand slid in front of him, and the barrier familiar to Voldemort appeared again.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding what Dumbledore meant by doing this.

But he did not act rashly, but used magic to hit the barrier.

"Bo."

The barrier was rippled by him, but it was not broken.

"That won't stop me."

Although the tentative magic did not break the barrier, he generally knew the limit of the barrier.

"Uh-huh."

A green light went first, then turned into a purple-gold magic spell and followed closely behind.

"Snapped."

The killing curse penetrated the barrier, Dumbledore waved his wand, and the broken barrier healed instantly.

"Bang."

The purple-gold curse shook, and Voldemort's figure slowly appeared.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

Dumbledore waved his wand continuously, and more barriers appeared and began to wrap around Voldemort.

"Boom~~~"

The statue charged, instantly trapping Voldemort in the center.

The situation began to develop in a direction that was not conducive to Voldemort.

"This is your territory after all."

Voldemort sighed and activated purple-gold ripples continuously, then hid in one of the ripples and escaped from the predicament.

Dumbledore watched carefully with wide eyes, guessing which one Voldemort was hiding in.

"Bang."

A purple-gold magic spell suddenly exploded, and the purple-gold light scattered in all directions.

Dumbledore quickly turned around and looked at the exploding curse, but...

"Knives cut throats."

Voldemort's voice sounded behind Dumbledore.

"Get away, Zabini."

Dumbledore shouted, turning around.

He even tried at one point to subject himself to the spell, but it was too fast.

Voldemort intentionally lowered the power of magic, even reciting its incantations, just to increase its speed.

"Snapped."

The spell hit Zabini first, causing him to fall backwards.

At the same time, a black crack streaked across his throat.

"Pfft~"

Blood spurted out instantly, and the tilted head seemed to be completely split at the neck.

"Uh-huh."

A white magic spell shot out from the Elder Wand and hit Zabini straight.

The white light did not break off, and a steady stream of magic power poured into Zabini's body.

The black silk on the neck was rubbed away by Dumbledore's magic, but there was still blood flowing from the half-cracked neck.

"Tom."

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort with piercing eyes. This was the first time Voldemort saw him like this.

"He's not dead yet, Albus. I said I would change."

Voldemort waved his wand and did not take the opportunity to attack Dumbledore. Instead, he said in a relaxed tone.

Dumbledore glanced at the child at his feet, then looked at Voldemort, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"What's your purpose?"

As soon as he asked this question, he showed a look of realization, "You are doing it for Nico, right?"

Voldemort smiled and nodded, saying, "I knew you were the smartest one in Hogwarts."

"He won't see you, and you can't go to the Headmaster's office." Dumbledore refused.

"Then I'll take my leave first, Albus. See you again when we have the opportunity." After Voldemort finished speaking, he turned around and made as if to leave.

He did not use magic, nor did his steps get windy, but leisurely walked around the sculptures towards the end of the corridor.

"You win, Tom, I'll ask for you, but this kid..."

"Ask me?"

Voldemort turned and looked at Dumbledore, "This is not the answer I want. Albus, I can assure you and Master Flamel that I have no ill intentions and am just asking a few questions. However, I will never accept it. Ask for the answer.”

"I will make it clear to Nico and try to convince him, but I can't let go of this child..."

"I will do nothing until I see Master Flamel, Albus."

Voldemort glanced at the child he hated, "It's okay to shed some blood, he won't die."

Seeing this, Dumbledore had no choice but to temporarily stop his magic, then waved his wand, and a silver phoenix rushed out of the corridor.